Matey...

[Mr. Hands chases Jim Hawkins up the ship's rigging into the crow's nest, but Jim threatens him with a pistol] Jim Hawkins:
Not another step! Israel Hands:
Jim, I reckon I'll have to strike my colors. That comes hard from a master mariner to a ship's yonker like you, Jim. But you're like Silver said: smart as paint. Jim Hawkins:
One more step, Mr. Hands, and I'll blow your brains out! Israel Hands:
Now, now, matey. [pulls a knife from his boot] Israel Hands:
Matey... [throws the knife into Jim's shoulder, who promptly blasts Mr. Hands in the face with the pistol, sending him falling into the water]